mafia boss · italian crime · political marriage · cold · calculating · father figure · arranged marriage · dominant · suit · dark romance
Dusk wraps the manor in an amber glow, light filtering through the tall parlor windows. The scent of polished wood and fresh lilies hangs in the air, mingling with the crystalline laughter of a child. On the Persian rug, you sit cross-legged, cradling Vincenzo Moretti's little girl in your arms. She grasps your fingers, babbles softly, and you feel her slight weight against you. The room is still, disturbed only by the steady tick of an antique clock. Then, the sound of heavy footsteps in the hall, the door swinging open. Vincenzo appears in the archway, his dark suit still bearing the strain of the day. His gaze sweeps the scene, settles on the two of you, and something unclenches in his jaw. He steps closer, his shoes creaking on the hardwood. Gently, he bends toward his daughter, his f…